[Sick, weak and poor scribe × facial paralysis protecting the shortcomings of the county magistrate]
Overnight, the county magistrate of Yancheng died violently. The county magistrate who was imprisoned committed suicide in prison, and the county government was also reduced to ashes.
As a former clerk, Bi Qufei lost his iron job and went to West Street to set up a shabby stall.
"Six copper coins, representing the county government, specializing in investigating cases——"
Before she finished speaking, a clear voice suddenly fell from the stall:
"The county government has closed its doors a long time ago. Who are you?"
Bi Qufei raised his head and unexpectedly ran into a pair of deep pool-like eyes.
She said without changing her expression: "Supernumerary detective, I guarantee it's true."
After hearing this, the other party was silent for a moment.
"Your Excellency, is...?"
"The new county magistrate of Yancheng, Yan Zihao."
Small theater:
Wu Zuolin Shang Ruan didn't even raise his head: "Drive out all the idlers."
Bi Qufei glanced at his thin body and decisively took half a step back: "My heart is strong but I don't have enough."
On the other side, the county magistrate Xu Jingqiu was asking warmly, but the girl who reported the case only blushed and asked him if he was married.
Bi Qufei touched his pretty face and walked away silently, but he happened to catch the cold gaze of the county magistrate Yan Zihao. She immediately put her forehead on her head and coughed, looking up to the sky and sighing, "It is better to return to the west as soon as possible than to work like a cow and a horse every day."
The collar suddenly tightened, and Yan Zihao grabbed her by the collar: "You, come with me to handle the case."
"Sir, I don't have the power to restrain a chicken."
"No need to use force, it's up to you."
"... What's the matter?"
"Pretend to be my daughter and gather information."
Bi Qufei was shocked: "Sir, you are not two years older than me, are you?"
Yan Zihao's expression remained unchanged: "Then you pretend to be my mother."
"Sir!" Bi Qufei's pupils were trembling, and he tremblingly reached out to Yan Zihao's forehead, "Are you not sick?"
Seeing his friend freeze inexplicably, Xu Jingqiu couldn't help laughing, "What you said is even more confusing than the maze alley in the west of the city."
Lin Shangruan, who was doing the autopsy, hit the nail on the head without even raising his head: "Can't we just pretend to be husband and wife?"
Yan Zihao was silent for a rare moment and turned away, "... Wouldn't that be taking advantage of her?"
Bi Qufei raised his brows, "Sir! Doesn't it count as taking advantage if you let me be your daughter and mother?!"
Reading guide:
1.1V1, SC, casual group portraits for daily investigation
2. Make history, women can be officials
Purpose: Ideals are reserved for those who never admit defeat.
